I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME

“And while I'm in this body I want somebody to want And I want what I want And I want You To love me ”

[idlechatting]

Jordy. 24. est. she/her.  A little bit cool. A little bit funny. But for the most part really weird in that annoying clingy “ i liiike squidward ” kind of way. 

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[lithiumwolff]

Muse: Charlie Rockcastle (Dan Stevens) - 40yrs - Zookeeper Open: Females significant other 35+ years Y/M is a social butterfly and Charlie is an introvert

Charlie wasn't much for socializing. Crowds made his skin crawl ever since he was a kid and bullied for being different. His anxiety wasn't through the roof but he just needed some space away from everybody. In the other room he found a quiet space at the table, arms crossed and leaning into them. Letting his significant other socialize as much as she needed to. Charlie wasn't the kind of person to speak up when things felt overstimulating but to just deal with it. He loves his girl, and how he landed her was almost a miracle. After a few long minutes he then saw her standing in the doorway, "Hey..."

[idlechatting]

She'd been hunting Mr. Charlie down for an hour. You could blame the big house and multiple doors, but that was not the case. No. The house was small, quaint, filled with a minimal array of 12 guests and a Walmart-brand punch bowl. Yet, she'd managed to scuffle her way into a quiet room. An office that she was sure wouldn't be holding a man hostage. She was wrong. Crumbling her weight against the door, she settled her eyes on the man of the year. "I've been looking for you everywhere. And like an idiot. I crossed off this particular door to this particular room because I figured why would he be in the first room I see, right?" Foolish. She thought, pulling the nearest chair and sitting next to him. "Hey, dreamy. As much as I adore the gift of gab. I'd much rather be in a room with you in my view." She smirked, crossing her arms and sliding closer to his. "So, what? Were you in the middle of a nap? Cause I could use one of those."

[idlechatting]

“What happened to you hiring movers?!” Alex questions, straining to grip the couch and simultaneously open the door. It’s not working as it glides back, bumping into him and nearly knocking the sofa from his hands. “Shit!” He exclaims, eventually forcing himself inside before giving up completely. “This would have been a lot easier if, you know, we had an ENTIRE CREW and not just the two of us.” He continues, looking over his shoulder and guiding them towards the stairs. “We’ve only started with this couch. We still have an entire bed set to pick up.” He pauses, mainly for a quick break but also to catch her attention. “Are you trying to kill me from exhaustion? I am a man, not a robot.” Although he was giving her hell for this, the faint smirk forming on his lips just meant Alex likes to talk shit now and then. He was going to help her regardless, but sometimes he wondered why she wanted to put him through so much. Didn’t she have other male friends to overwork?

[fauxpunks]

open to: f & nb.

plot: bowie assumes your muse is a fan of one of his bandmates and wants to sleep with them, does not realize he's the target. (abt his band)

"oh, hey! sorry, everyone's already gone." he was in the middle of packing up his kit when he was approached, gentle smile on his lips. he had ripped his shirt in the middle of the set for fun, so he was a little embarrassed to be wearing his spider-man t-shirt he still had from when he was fifteen. "i... hate to break it to you, but i'm pretty sure each of them had a girl or two. but .... i'll put in a good word for you, if you want...?"

[idlechatting]

She had her heels swung over her shoulder, her pink French-tipped toes tiptoeing across the floor. A shy smile tugged at her lips, the kind that betrayed how out of her depth she felt. What was she even doing? “Oh…yeah, no,” she started, voice wavering with a nervous laugh as she tugged at the hem of her dress. Standing in front of him was already half the battle. “Could you, um… maybe put in a good word for me with Bowie?” She bent forward slightly, trying to catch his eyes, hoping her fluster didn’t show as much as it felt. “He probably won’t even care that someone like me asked about him,” she admitted, cheeks warming a soft peach. “But just, tell him I’d go absolutely insane to spend, like, ten minutes with him. Five, even. I’m flexible.”

[spellbindingnights]

She couldn't remember the last time they ended up like this... perhaps their wedding night. And boy it had been a memorable night that one. "Not if they keep on screaming like that" she whined quietly. Okay, maybe she was being a bit dramatic. "I don't remember anyone else being involved..." she murmured, dragging her words as she spoke slowly.

One of her hands slid across his torso until she found his free hand and intertwined her fingers with his. She shifted slightly so she could bury her face in the crook of his neck. "Maybe we are getting old for shots, babe" she snickered before pressing a loving kiss on his neck. They married young, even her parents were surprised when she told them about the wedding, but they supported her and Eloise was delighted with how things turned out to be.

[idlechatting]

Although he was lying bare on the floor with not much memory to go off of, he was content. Especially as Eloise inched closer, tucking herself against him and wrapping her warmth around his body. He held her hand firmly, shifted his other from her hair to the middle of her back, and let out a low hum. “Mm, is that so?” he murmured, craning his head slightly. “Well, shit. I guess I’ve been old for a while now, then.” He guided her arm over his shoulder and drew her closer, both arms securing her as he closed his eyes again, soaking in her scent and the comfort she brought him. The hard floor pressed into him, but he didn’t care; it had been too long since they’d sat like this, quiet and present, without the noise of the world crowding them out.

Not that they had ever chosen the distance; life had simply gotten in the way. He had known for years the kind of man he wanted to be, someone others could rely on, and he felt it when he chose his career, just as strongly as he felt it the day he met Eloise. She was the one he always wanted to show up for, even when the days pulled him in every other direction. He pressed his cheek lightly against her hair, reluctant to let go of the moment, then exhaled with a hint of a smile. “Well,” he said, teasing, “as much as I’d love to stay here and resist turning this into something more… are you hungry?”

[spellbindingnights]

open to: males (+26 years old)

rules || banned

Connection: A wild night out. Could be her boyfriend, husband, fwb, lover, stranger, anyone that fits.

Eloise opened her eyes and groaned as the sunlight entered through the window. "Fuck" she murmured, her head spinning and feeling the effects of last night. "I swear to God, if that bird keeps on singing, I'm going to murder it" she groaned, burying her face on the body next to hers. "Why the fuck are we on the floor?" She murmured, her voice muffled by the other's body.

[idlechatting]

He was sprawled out along plush floors, naked and half alive. His eyes cracked open only to snap shut again with a fit of dry coughs that left his throat. Why the fuck was his throat so dry anyway? He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palms, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as his wife groaned beside him and cursed the morning. “Let the birds live,” he muttered, voice raspy, almost amused. “Ain’t nothing wrong with a little morning song.” The words fell lazily, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to mean them or not, and still he dragged his hand down from his face until his fingers found her hair, running through the strands in slow, absent motions. He wasn't a morning man, not by default. But when the mood was right, and he wasn't feeling like complete shit, he could almost convince himself he didn’t mind the start of the day. “Mm, fuck if I know,” he murmured after a stretch of silence, craning his head to catch a glimpse of Eloise, her face half-hidden but close enough for him to see the subtle lines of her expression. The vibration of her muffled words hummed against his torso, and the sound alone was enough to pull a soft chuckle out of him. “It’ll come to me,” he promised vaguely, even though he wasn’t sure what “it” was supposed to be, letting his head fall back flat against the floor as his eyes slipped shut again. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, the kind that came with exhaustion and a strange sort of peace. “Whatever it was,” he added, voice low and half a laugh, “I just hope it involved us, and us only.” The thought drew a snort from him, followed quickly by a wince.

[lightshcwer]

open to: all / 25+ / f if romantic plot: your muse got drunk out of their minds and decided to call woobin, of all people. whether it be to tend to their needs, to make a move or just to hang out, you're free to choose! dms are open for further plotting if you want to <3 character: woobin "ben" na ⚬ mid thirties, straight, personal trainer click here for swapped version with his sister

though he doesn't mean to, woobin can't help but flinch when your muse lunges at him and their open palms slap his shoulders. the gesture is weak, playful. it doesn't hurt him – of course– but your muse's demeanour has him more confused than he already usually is. "uhh... what are you–" he interrupts himself as your muse stumbles. his hands instinctively reach out to hold them by the elbows to stabilize them. "jesus, how much did you drink? did you eat at all?"

[idlechatting]

Life. The deal that many people agreed to participate in without prior knowledge of its terms, only with the hope in mind that this life would be better than the last. Hyojin, or Jinnie (if she liked you enough), was contemplating her very own life, shot after shot. Swollen eyes, flushed cheeks, and slurred speech were not enough to drown the ill-fated terms of life that had been dealt to her this day. Jinnie would lose friends, a lover (a scrawny, no-good bastard), and become publicly humiliated all in the matter of 24 hours. For Jinnie, that was a good enough reason to drown her sorrows away. Yet, there was still one lifeline; one particular life that just so happened to intertwine with her own. Somewhat of a soulmate, or at least Jinnie believed so. He had been there more often than not in her life, and when he needed the same, she found a way to return the favor. Tonight, she called for a favor, a drunken, barely audible favor that ended in hiccups and hysterical laughter.

“Wooobeennnny,” she sang his name, off-tune and in complete affection, as she slapped his shoulders and pulled him into her apartment. “Woo-bin, Woo-been,” she continued to chant, playfully hitting his frame. “Ah! You should drink with me,” she said, turning abruptly, only to twist up and stumble over her own feet (which her mother warned were too big for her frame). At the rush of wind, and almost falling flat on her face, she found some relief in his catch and slowly pulled herself back up. She faced him, eyes avoiding contact, her mind obviously on more than the alcohol rotting her core. “I’ve lost my appetite. My best friends, my boyfriend, and possibly my reputation.” She groaned, whipping her hair and stumbling over to her couch, where her shot glass and empty bottles were messily placed. “Come, celebrate with me. I at least wanted to spend time with someone I can trust.”

(Hyojin ‘Jinnie’ Nam) 29. School Counselor

[englishsunshiine-deactivated202]

open: to anyone ( mutuals and non mutuals)

"I realize this isn't what we planned on doing today." He feels badly about having to reschedule date night. But between work and his family issues? It just wasn't possible. "Unless you want to go to the function I'm being forced to go to tonight." Another charity gala that his parents are throwing.

[idlechatting]

"Well, that's okay," she says, with a hint of disappointment in her voice, trying to be as genuine as possible. She had been eagerly anticipating their plans; the lavender fest was only in town for one more day, and she'd been waiting for the chance to get out there before they closed up shop. The continuous changes were starting to take a toll on her excitement. Despite her feelings, Ines always tried to avoid making others feel guilty about altering plans, especially for something as trivial as a canceled outing. Besides, she didn't want to come across as self-centered or demanding. So, she brushed aside her disappointment, just as she often did with other things in her life. "Forced?" she idly plays in her scoop of ice cream, glancing up at him in question. "Guess that means I need to put on my support hat and come along, huh?"

[englishsunshiine-deactivated202]

"I suppose it's all well and good for them. She seems happy to have been asked this way. For me though, I wouldn't want to be asked in front of a bunch of people. Even if I were to say yes." She took a sip of her wine and thought for a few moments. "I'm just not a large fan of public proposals. It feels a bit like a show and less about the couple and being in love. I'd rather be asked in private." She took another sip. "And truth be told, how can you tell your proposal story if everyone saw it happen in front of them? That takes away the story, the surprise, all of that."

[idlechatting]

"Wow, tough crowd," she said with a smirk, setting her glass down with a chuckle. "I totally get it, though. You thrive in more intimate social settings. That's why I firmly believe there's someone out there for everyone." As she glanced back at the scene and noticed it winding down, she realized she hadn't really fantasized about how she'd be proposed to. Public or not, she knew she'd just be happy. "Oh!" she exclaimed, turning back to Aria and leaning her arms on the table. "I'm going to pretend no one saw it and brag about it all day. Maybe even for a week," she decided with a mischievous smile. "I'd do the same for someone else. Pretend for a while because it's not about me." She smiled warmly. "Hurry up and get married so I can pretend with you, Aria," she teased with a playful whine.

[englishsunshiine-deactivated202]

open to: mutuals and non mutuals.

The table nearby had just done an entire public proposal. The woman had seemed happy about it. Aria was pretty sure she'd be mortified if someone proposed in front of an entire restaurant. But to each their own. She takes a drink of her wine and looks across at the other person. "That's a bit scary, isn't it? You think you're just going to dinner and someone put you on the spot like that."

[idlechatting]

These days, it seemed like public proposals were becoming increasingly common. "I guess they've been in love for a long time. So, unless you're completely against commitment, it shouldn't be too daunting," she remarked as she swirled her drink, carefully observing it before taking another sip. Emmy held her own unique perspective on love, which was far from the idealized, fairy-tale romance often portrayed on television. Growing up under the care of her grandparents, she had witnessed firsthand what a long-term marriage looked like. Their relationship had been characterized by both loud and soft moments, and it had been authentically real for over forty years. While she hadn't yet experienced being in love herself, she held onto the hope of finding it one day. "Why are you feeling so negative about the whole thing, anyway? I always thought you were the dreamy type."

[fcxglove-a-deactivated20251015]

open to: m / w / nb

muse: isla gray. twenty three. lifeguard & grad student.

plot: there's a thunder storm and you're muse lives across the hall from a terrified isla. she doesn't want to be alone and it's their door she's trying to knock down. could know each other, already be friends or just know each other as the person across the hall.

the way she knocked on the door, one would think something a lot more sinister was happening that just a girl scared of the thunder. " come on, please answer... please. " she was almost ready to give up and hide under her blanket when she gave a few final knocks (thuds) to the door.

[idlechatting]

Rubbing sleep-deprived eyes, Sam's head bobs infrequently as he finally drifts off to sleep. Working 12-hour shifts has been challenging since he picked up the extra hours, with bills increasing and the cost of groceries eating at his wallet. He was better off learning how to sleep when he was dead. Thanks to the weather, noon looked much more like midnight. Either way, it helped get him to relax until the rattling of his door shook him right up. "What. The. Fuck??" he jolts, skidding back in his office chair; he pauses for a moment, dazed as his arms rub his reddened eyes. He steadied himself to his feet. Blonde hair disheveled as he shuffled towards his door; just as he was about to open it, he took a quick peek through the hole. Doesn't she stay across from me? He sighed, unlocking and swinging the door open enough to stop at his foot. "What's up?" He says groggily, not realizing how frightened the other was. "Powers out or something?"

[cursedstrays]

open to: f / m / nb plot: muse is trying to convince Logan to go on a double date with them but he absolutely refuses-- being around girls freaks him out connection: up to you

❝ Did you forget who you’re talking to ? ❞  The hacker didn’t look up from the motherboard of the computer he was currently fidgeting with. He couldn’t reflect back on how the conversation was lead to here but, he was trying to steer clear from it. attempting to ignore how damp his pits were becoming from the mere mention of being on a potential date. ❝ We both know I’m not really .. experienced in that department. ❞

[idlechatting]

As the conversation turned towards the topic of dating, the woman couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. She had a hunch that the man might try to deflect the conversation away from the subject, which was not entirely unexpected - she had once found it challenging to connect with people on a deeper level, too. However, she had come a long way in terms of becoming more comfortable with people and the world around her, and she felt that she could extend a helping hand to him as well. She firmly believed that encouraging someone to step out of their comfort zone was a positive thing and that it could lead to new experiences and opportunities.

"Not at all. But look how we turned out," she said, trying to clarify her intentions. "I simply thought it would be fun for us to go out and meet some new people. It doesn't have to be anything serious, just a chance to have a good time and maybe make some new friends." She leaned in a bit, hoping to capture his attention. "There's this girl I know who's really cool. She's a bit quiet, but she's really into comics and I think you two might have some things in common." Ines had a feeling that the girl would be a good match for Chase, and she hoped that she would be able to join them on their outing.

"Please, Chase," she implored him. "I really think you should give it a chance. And if things get too uncomfortable, we can always leave and go get some ice cream or something." She smiled, hoping to put him at ease. "I promise it won't be too bad. And who knows, maybe we'll end up having a great time."

[idlechatting]

Open: F 30+

Plot: Alex is helping you move into your new place. (friends, exes on good terms, etc.)

“What happened to you hiring movers?!” Alex questions, straining to grip the couch and simultaneously open the door. It’s not working as it glides back, bumping into him and nearly knocking the sofa from his hands. “Shit!” He exclaims, eventually forcing himself inside before giving up completely. “This would have been a lot easier if, you know, we had an ENTIRE CREW and not just the two of us.” He continues, looking over his shoulder and guiding them towards the stairs. “We’ve only started with this couch. We still have an entire bed set to pick up.” He pauses, mainly for a quick break but also to catch her attention. “Are you trying to kill me from exhaustion? I am a man, not a robot.” Although he was giving her hell for this, the faint smirk forming on his lips just meant Alex likes to talk shit now and then. He was going to help her regardless, but sometimes he wondered why she wanted to put him through so much. Didn’t she have other male friends to overwork?

[idlechatting]

[idlechatting]

42. Aries. Isfp-T

Character’s full name: Tudor Marion Alex

Reason or meaning of name: (Alex) Defender of Humankind/ (Marion) Star of the sea; Beloved 

Birth date: March 25, 1980

Good personality traits: Passionate, Empathetic, Artistic

Bad personality traits: Low Self-Esteem, Anxious, Independent 

Character’s soft spot: Dennis, Jasmit, Ines. Musician Nils Frahm. Classical renditions.

Height: 6`0

Hometown: AMS

Current location: MD

Mother: Mariana Tudor (Deceased) Relationship with her: Permissive 

Father: Virgil Tudor Relationship with him: Authoritarian

Type of childhood: Unpredictable. Nurturing. Estranged.

First memory: Alex was 22 traveling with the Julliard Orchestra to Carnegie Hall. This would be Alex’s first time, after rigorous training performing at the hall. After his performance a few musicians decide that the night shouldn't end and suggested going out for drinks. Alex was definitely not read for his high to die down and opted in for a night out. Having traveled back to campus first to put away any of his belongings he got a message from his father that he needed to call him urgently. He’d find out that his mother was in a coma after suffering 2 strokes. Alex would book a flight to Maryland and stay by his mother's side at the hospital. The night before Alex’s father decided to have his mother be pulled from the plug he was told to spend the night in a hotel and get some real rest. The next day, Alex returned to the hospital with his mother not in her room. He had asked the nurse what happened and found out his father pulled her plug earlier that morning. He rushed to his fathers in rage having one of the most explosive arguments he’s ever had with his father. He and his father haven’t spoken since. 

Most important childhood memory: Alex was 12 when his family decided  to move to America. Not that America wasn’t a place he wouldn't mind seeing, but living there and leaving his life was hard for him. Having protested, asking why the move was needed only prompted an irritated Virgil to snap at Alex that he ought to stay in a childs place. Alex would listen, only to leave unannounced in the night to hide away in an area he frequented a lot as a younger child. noon came, and he completely forgot to return home that night. He would hear the call of his father, afraid to come forth knowing the punishment he’d receive. It’s not until his mother goes looking for him, having realized the only place she hadn’t checked was the small hideout he hid as a child. She would find him, smirk, climb inside the tight space, and snicker as Virgil grew frustrated with them both. Without ever communicating, Alex was sure his mom hadn’t told because she understood how he felt about leaving. She too did not like the idea of leaving her life in Amsterdam behind. But, his father wanted the best education for his son to further his musical talent.

Childhood hero: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Dream job: Violinist and Composer

Education: 4yr Doctor of musical arts degree

Smokes: No Drinks: Socially  Other drugs: No

Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself?

Animal lover? Yes.

How he feels about himself: Alex feels like he always has room to improve. Although he can be quite negative on himself or his accomplishments he knows he is a hardworking and diligent person to get what he needs out of life.

One word the character would use to describe self: Growing

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: He doesn't do well with stress, so much so that he’s found himself stuck completely. When things are good he’s good, showing off his sociable side and  affection he rarely shows, not because it’s hard for him, it’s just he’s usually tucked away at home or not up to talking to people showing himself to be unapproachable. He is a passionate musician, finding most of his contentment playing, listening, and composing music.

What does the character consider his best personality trait? Empathy 

What does the character consider his worst personality trait? Low Self-Esteem

What does the character consider his best physical characteristic? Nose, Eyes, and Hair

What does the character consider his worst physical characteristic? Lips, forehead.

How does the character think others perceive him: Handsome, Moody.

What would the character most like to change about himself: His ability to get stressed easily and his self-esteem.

Best friend(s): Dennis (met in New York during one of Dennis’s travels. Alex was performing at a club during his first years of college. They met, exchanged numbers and had kept in touch. Their bond grew after he lost his mother as Dennis proved to show how much of a great friend he was during his time of need) Jasmit (He used to watch her perform at the club he frequented. Eventually, after watching him perform she came up to him and boldly asked if he wouldn’t mind hanging out with her. He thought she was hitting on him, but she was impressed by his talent and they started jamming together. Till this day they still jam and keep in touch)

[idlechatting]

[idlechatting]

47. Cancer. Isfj-a.

Character’s full name: Stettin Dennis Jr. Reason or meaning of name: Follower of Dionysus  Character’s nickname: Denny, den den ( when Ines was a child )

Reason for nickname: Father's first son kind of thing. He’s named after him and even has his fathers nickname. Not that Dennis isn’t honored, but he was very happy that Ines started calling him den den it made him feel like he was his own man. Of course, now that he’s a much older man he could care less, but growing up he always wanted an identity of his own.

Birth date: June 24, 1975

Good personality traits: Reliable, Observant, Supportive Bad personality traits: Overly Humble, Takes things personally, Over committed

Character’s soft spot: Ines and Alex

Height: 6`3

Hometown: MA

Current location: MA

Mother: Stephanie Stettin

Relationship with her: Authoritative 

Father: Dennis Stettin Sr.

Relationship with him:  Authoritative

Siblings: Ines Stettin

Relationship with them: Best friends forever. Protector

Type of childhood: Loving and nurturing

Pets: St. Bernard named Otis

First memory: Christmas 1982 Dennis lost his grandmother. She passed away in her sleep during the weekend just after the holiday. If was the first death he experienced. He wasn’t able to fully understand his emotions at the time, he just knew that it hurt. He wouldn’t leave his grandpa’s side for months because of this. He lived with him until he was sure that he would be okay. 

Most important childhood memory: ( TW; ABORTION MENTION ) Prom 1993 He would be taking his crush to prom. It took him months to think of how he’d convince her that he was the right choice. When she agreed Dennis couldn’t believe it. Unfortunately, when the night of prom began it proved that he was only able to take his crush because he was being use by her to make her ex jealous. Eventually, he’d get left spending prom alone, that is until one of his friends who also had a crush on him confessed their feelings. Shocked at first, Dennis would question why it took them so long to tell them, of course fear of rejection played a part on her not making a move. For the rest of Prom he would spend it with her. Things ended up getting heated and they’d lose their virginity to each other. Having been friends before hand it didn’t feel rushed, but soon, reality would kick in. She’d be packing up to study abroad and he’d had plans of his own after graduating. They spent the summer together, falling for each other more than they thought they would. Before she would be packing up to leave for good, she would find out that she’s pregnant, instead of telling him the truth she reveals that it was a pregnancy scare. They would break up, she’d go to have an abortion, but chickened out last minute. They tried to stay in touch, but eventually raising a baby and adjusting to a new country would keep them from communicating for years.

Childhood hero: Grandfather 

Dream job: Travel Speech Pathologist 

Education: 4 yr Masters in Speech pathology

Smokes: Cigars Drinks: Socially  Other drugs: No

Optimist or pessimist Introvert or extrovert

Daredevil or cautious Logical or emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat

Prefers working or relaxing

Confident or unsure of himself

Animal lover? Yes.

How he feels about himself: He rarely thinks about what he thinks. He can hard on himself, so unless someone else has something to say about him he usually disregards his own feelings.

One word the character would use to describe self: Reliable

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: He’s always working to please others and to help them where he can. He feels better when he can be useful to others than having to sit around and try to figure out what to do for his own life.

What does the character consider his best personality trait? Supportive

What does the character consider his worst personality trait? Overly committed 

What does the character consider his best physical characteristic? His stature

What does the character consider his worst physical characteristic? His face

How does the character think others perceive him? A gentle giant

What would the character most like to change about himself? His look. He feels like he’s noticeable no matter where or what he does. 

Best friend(s): Ines and Alex